Fire (Harry S.)

sex scene oo la la

I'm making this 3rd person so you know how they both feel and I don't have to keep going back and forth with POVs and yeah okay.. NOTE; THIS WILL CONTAIN SEXUAL AND GRAPHIC SCENES. AND I ALSO COVERED SOME WORDS WITH THE DAMN STAR SO IT DOESNT GET RATED R ((EVEN THOUGH IT KINDA IS HAHA))

  ..Ellie drops to her knees and Harry's eyes widen, his muscles already beginning to tense up. She looks up at Harry through her eyelashes for approval from Harry, not wanting to do something he does not want and she asks, "Are you sure?"

Harry nods, "I think so."

"No, I don't want you to think so." She says, "I want you to be sure."

Harry was quite dubious before answering, running his lissome fingers through his hair. He nods, looking down at her on her knees in front of him and says, "I'm sure. I want to do this."

Instantly, a smile spreads across Ellie's face, one almost too big for her head. Then her hands fiddled with his belt, trying to unbuckle it and finally, she did. She unbuttons and unzips his pants and glides both his pants and his boxers down to his ankles. She watches as his c*ck springs up from the hardness he had already gotten. She then holds him into her hand, pumping about two or three times to prepare Harry and already, he has her hair held in his fist. Ellie opens her mouth as wide as possible and greets Harry into her wet hole. Doing his job properly, Harry thrusts into her to the rhythm of her head bobbing. Her eyes slam shut and she takes in Harry faster and deeper, the tip of his c*ck reaching the back of her throat and she gags, takes a second to restore herself, then sucks him back in, just as deep and paced as before . Harry's eyes, too, seal closed and he rolls back his head, his mouth forming an 'O' shape and slowly exhaling out deep, heavy breaths as Ellie continues taking him in and he continues thrusting in to her. His leg muscles lock  up at his calves  and he tugs a bit harder at his fist full of her hair.

"F*ck," He groans and his chest picks up the pace, inhaling and exhaling faster and heavier by the second. Ellie opens her eyes and looks up to Harry, finding his pleasure pleasurable to her. Ellie then departs Harry from her wet hole making sure he has not come undone just yet and stands to her feet, kissing Harry. Harry catches up to what is happening and kisses her, too, his arms gripping around her waist as she grasps her hands on his cheek. 

Never daring to disconnect each other's lips, Harry and Ellie walk to Harry's bed after Harry had kicked off his jeans and shoes and they both plop onto it, Ellie under him while Harry tops like a cherry on an ice cream cake. Ellie's hands move from cupping Harry's cheeks down to the hem of his shirt and under it, her palms meeting the skin on his back, smoothly caressing her fingertips along the lean frame. A few seconds later, Ellie sits up and crosses her arms over in front of each other and she pulls up her shirt, over her head and throws it on the floor, followed by her pants and shoes. Harry halts, taking in the few seconds to observe her image. The way her breasts spill a bit over her pink lace bra quickly has him harder than ever. She is pure stunning, he thought. If Harry could have longer time to marvel at her, he would but he hadn't once Ellie brought herself closer to Harry and, instantly, peels off his shirt, him lifting up his arms to make the job easier and the tee also drops on the floor. He kissed her and went grabbing her waist, Ellie's hands moving onto Harry's neck then into his hair. He moved his lips to Ellie's jaw then down to the crook of her neck and down to her collarbone, nibbling and sucking hard at her skin. Ellie's muscles tightens to the passionate feel of his pulp lips against her.

She pulls away and unclasps her bra and slowly slides down her matching panties, throwing it off as if it is rubbish. Both Ellie and Harry now laying naked and Harry's eyes widen. He feels both nerves and scared but decides to push those emotions aside and kiss her again.  Harry reached for his c*ck and hovers  it towards the doors of the church, about to enter to the gospel music the nuns are loudly yet beautifully carolling. But quickly, she holds her hands out, stopping Harry,

"Harry! Condom!" she squeals and Harry flushes to the fact he was rushing too fast and forgot the most important part,

"Sorry.. I didn't- I'm sorry." Harry slaps the palm of his hand against his forehead, "Sorry. I forgot. I'm sorry." 

She chuckles, "It's okay." Ellie quickly jumps off the bed and trots to Elliot's nightstand and pulls open the bottom drawer, retrieving a condom in her hand as if she's an expert to knowing where Elliot keeps them.

"Do you want to put it on?" She asks him,

"Um, you can." He answers. Harry's not quite sure how to properly put on a condom. He's watched about a video or two videos in Sex Ed classes but never bothered to pay attention thinking it's not useful for him until a couple of more years. Ellie slides on the condom and lies on the bed, her back against the mattress and hesitantly, Harry climbs on top of her. She instantly knows the look on his face and says, "Harry, if you don't want to do this now, it's fine. Just tell me and-"

"No, I want to. Sorry, I'm just.. Okay, I'm sorry." Dammit, get yourself together!  Harry's sub-conscious says and he then lowered himself, entering his c*ck in to the hole of heaven, filling her up slowly. 

Start of slow. Start of slow.

The videos Ellie had shown Harry comes to his mind. The 'proper and fun way to have sex' she would say, 'is to start of slow'.

Harry starts of slow and a uneasy groan falls from his throat. Ellie gently brings him closer to her so that he is laid right on top of her. Both of her hands gently rake his back and her legs intertwines  on top with his. To make it easier for him, Ellie propels along to the slow, yet fulfilling, rhythm as he is. Her eyes cease shut and Harry notices and asks, "Is it hurting?" He halts his movement, afraid of hurting her.

"No, no. Keep going." She says and he obeys, doing as so told.

Ellie tried to hold every feeling of sensation passing by. This time she doesn't want it to be brisk and belligerent. She wanted this one to be steady paced and satisfying. For Harry, for him and him only.

Harry's breaths starts becoming heavy and he clamps his shut, also. Uneven and long moans depart from his mouth, and he bites the bottom of his lip to control it. He inhales deep and exhales deeper, all is heard the bed moderately creaking and Ellie whispering his name in every other exhale.

Their foreheads meet and they both gawk into each other's eyes then Harry leaned down, once again, kissing her, their tongues dancing together to a slothful sync.

"F*ck," Harry breathed into her mouth. He lost contact with her lips and brought his face down to the crook of her neck to focus on his thrusts. His thrusts are deeper now, yet still put at the steady pace they both please. 

"Say my name," Harry pleads Ellie to call out. He doesn't bother to be taken back with his inappropriate act and says again, "F*ck, Ellie. Say my name,"

"Harry," Ellie hissed and her nails on one hand digs deeper against Harry's back to contain her pleasure while the other tug at the roots of his hair, "Oh, F*ck, Harry," she moans, continuing to grind her hip bone amongst his.

The tension of Harry's muscle rises and he picks up the speed, matching the his thrusts to the rush of his blood that's beginning to boil. The temperature of the room radiated and the friction of Ellie to the mattress and Harry to Ellie caused sweat to disperse. Her moans get louder and Harry's grunts gets more raspy and gruff, as they both reach their climax. She fists the sheets and calls his name out, once again, and Harry also fists the material of the pillowcase, cursing under his breath. Just in time, Harry exits out of her and comes into the barrier material.

Her trembling body is left under Harry and he leans down to kiss her sticky forehead then pecks her lips. Harry feels light headed, unable to comprehend and he breathes out a huff and climbs off of her, plopping on the outside of the bed beside Ellie.

All was heard was the ragged breathing of the two and what was see was their chests rising up and down boldly then as a few minutes pass, their breathing begins to soothe. After that, Harry sits up and tells Ellie, "I'm going to,um, clean up." Ellie nods and lets Harry leave to the bathroom.